a collection of untitled poetry #2

inspired by “simultaneously wishing i were a woodland fairy, a maiden in the scottish highlands who is actually a selkie, a victorian naturalist who scandalously wears pants, a 1960s schoolgirl by the sea, a friendly forest witch, a reef-dwelling mermaid, a ghostly gothic heroine, or maybe a cat.”- riverselkie“

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within the ashes of the fire that once burnt bright are sparks of a life well lived

within the dreggs of an empty teacup are stories to be told and futures to be seen

within the branches of a dying tree are whispers of hidden laughter and forgotten memories

within a never ending storybook are chronicles of hopeful wishes that ought to be chased after

a quiet buzz of wings among a haven of faeries

a lonesome flower planted between the grooves of a towering oak

a shout of joy carried by messengers of the wind

a secret kiss shared under a canopy of leaves

a leisurely escape guided by devout fauna

a secluded, yet picturesque cottage pitched upon a hill

a silent, simple life with days spent among the beauties of our Mother

a craving, a call to the salted waters

a hidden secret, a double life

a skin of both scales and flesh, land

and sea

a student of nature and her secrets

a love for the unorthodox

a wanderer of an ever growing kingdom

an eternity spent among life’s presence

a small bookbag slung over a tired

shoulder

a lasting scent of salty seas perfuming the pages of a beloved novel

a sandy pair of mary janes left on the pier

a messy journal stained by sunsets spent on a rickety dock over femerent waters

a brewing pot under a sky covered with autumnal leaves

a contagious, bubbling laughter accompanies the drawn-out chants and rituals

a cluttered home filled with jars of varying sizes, floating above tightly woven dreamcatchers

a friend of the chattering fishes and sea folk, mother of the reef and its corals

a shimmering tail and twinkle in passionate eyes

a goddess of the waters, lover of interlaced skeletons of the sea

a pale, ghostly figure covered in black, both in soul and attire

an air of gloom and wish for death amongst the calls of reason and heroism

an ache for a personal sunshine against the clouds of dread

another life saved, as another slowly withers from winds of despair